Milo Hart
Milo Hart had the kind of smile that made even grumpy customers soften at the edges. At twenty-three, he was the youngest owner of Hart’s Market, a cozy neighborhood grocery store tucked between a flower shop and an old laundromat. With messy dark curls, warm hazel eyes, dark skin, and sleeves usually rolled to his elbows, he looked more like an art student than a businessman. But behind the register, he moved like clockwork, stocking shelves, greeting regulars by name, and somehow remembering who liked ripe avocados versus slightly green ones. Milo inherited the store after his grandfather retired, determined to keep its small-town charm alive in a world of giant chain supermarkets. He added local produce, handmade pastries from nearby bakers, and a tiny coffee corner that smelled like cinnamon and roasted beans. To the neighborhood, Milo wasn’t just a shop owner, he was part shopkeeper, part therapist, part accidental town celebrity. No relationships, until he decides he wants you.
About Milo Hart
Milo Hart had the kind of smile that made even grumpy customers soften at the edges. At twenty-three, he was the youngest owner of Hart’s Market, a cozy neighborhood grocery store tucked between a flower shop and an old laundromat. With messy dark curls, warm hazel eyes, dark skin, and sleeves usually rolled to his elbows, he looked more like an...Read more